Kaoru

It's a sick joy, knowing I'm not going to remember a damn thing in the morning. Because I don't want to remember. I don't want to remember my whole life. I don't want to remember him, and he is- was my life. Up until her. Haruhi.

When she came, we both opened up. We both loved her. But I've always been the quieter twin, and he's always been forward. He told her he loved her, told her outright, before she could turn him away with a dense comment about being friends. I said nothing.

He once said he loved me. He once said it wasn't an act. Hikaru kissed me, kissed his other half, kissed his twin. And he took me to bed, not as a brother, but as a lover. It was the most wonderful night of my life and I remembered everything. Every caress. Every gasp. Everything.

But that was before we fell in love with someone else. Now, he loves her, kisses her, touches her, and I am left loving them both in my drunken stupor, my alcoholic loneliness. The limo feels too hot and I take another gulp of the whiskey someone left in the mini-fridge.

Someone has guided me to my room, our room, for we still share a bed, but as brothers, not lovers. But there are two bodies in that bed already. I know that sleek brown hair and I sniffle, hiccup, and whimper as I sink to the ground, my world tilting sideways.

Cool hands brush the hair out of my face and I gaze up into Haruhi's concerned face as Hikaru's voice echoes about the room, calling my name in horror. Smiling gently, Haruhi looks up at him.

"He's only drunk, Hikaru. We'll have to wait until he's sober."

I try to wipe my eyes, but Haruhi pushes my hands away, cleaning my face with the hem of her nightgown. Holding my hand, Hikaru strokes and kisses, murmuring words I cannot understand.

Love... together... don't mind... want... all of us... share... bed... okay...

Together they lift me onto the wide bed. Hikaru slips in behind me, holding me steady. I blink slowly, waiting for Haruhi to turn away, to pad across the floor, to slip away to her own life. But she doesn't. She lifts the edge of her nightgown, dragging it up, up, up over her head. Together, Hikaru and I watch her ease under the sheets beside me, slender, boyish body revealed.

Her cold hands bury themselves in my hair and she kisses me softly. Another pair of lips, a pair I know so well, brushes my cheek as a larger pair of hands glides south over my stomach. I close my eyes, fighting a throbbing head and a broken heart, as Haruhi cries out in indignation.

"Hikaru, we agreed to wait! He's drunk!"

"You started it."

"'s only cuz I wuz lonely dat I got all hammenered 'n' stuff."

"Oh." Two voices in the dark.

"Well, youse all gotten sho close 'nywho, I didn' think you'd wan' me no more."

"Oh, Kaoru." Two sets of arms wrapped around me, two pairs of lips kissed me, and three sets of eyes cried.

"We love you," whispered the voices as I drifted off into sleep.

As I woke, I noted long lashes and soft brown hair inches from my face. Haruhi. And I shot straight up, screaming, much to my hangover's dismay. As promised, I didn't remember a damn thing.

AN: My first fic in a long while. And a new fandom, too! Well, well. A triptych is a painting done in three panels, hinged together. I'm working on the two other "panels" to this story and I'll post them when I'm done. Until then...